Das war die Setlist Bob Dylan’s am Sonntag, 26. April 2009, Roundhouse, London (UK):
Leopard-Skin Pill-Box Hat (Blonde on Blonde, 1966)
Don’t Think Twice, It’s All Right (The Freewheelin’ Bob Dylan, 1963)
Tangled Up In Blue (Blood on the Tracks, 1975)
Million Miles (Time Out of Mind, 1997)
Rollin’ And Tumblin’ (Modern Times, 2006)
Tryin’ to Get to Heaven (Time Out of Mind, 1997)
Tweedle Dee & Tweedle Dum (Love And Theft, 2001)
Sugar Baby (Love And Theft, 2001)
High Water (For Charley Patton) (Love And Theft, 2001)
I Don’t Believe You (She Acts Like We Never Have Met) (Another Side of Bob Dylan, 1964)
Po’ Boy (Love And Theft, 2001)
Highway 61 Revisited (Highway 61 Revisited, 1965)
Ain’t Talkin’ (Modern Times, 2006)
Summer Days (Love and Theft, 2001)
Like A Rolling Stone (Highway 61 Revisited, 1965)
(encore)
All Along The Watchtower (John Wesley Harding, 1967)
Spirit On The Water (Modern Times, 2006)
Blowin’ In The Wind (The Freewheelin’ Bob Dylan, 1963)
Band:
Bob Dylan – keyb, gtr, harp
Tony Garnier – bass
George G. Receli – dr
Stu Kimball – rhythm gtr
Denny Freeman – lead gtr
Donnie Herron – steel gtr, violin, viola, banjo, mandolin
The Guardian: “There had been rumours of a surprise, of something special, perhaps even an all-acoustic recital – a sort of 1966 in reverse – to delight the fans who managed to get their hands on the tickets for Bob Dylan’s small-scale appearance in north London, 24 hours after his big gig in Docklands. No such luck. Dylan does what he does, not what his listeners dream of seeing him do, and this was just another show in his current European tour, albeit at closer quarters, enabling the taller members of a packed audience to study his flickering facial expressions and thus discover for themselves the true source of Gordon Brown’s mysterious YouTube smile.”
The Independent: “A Bob Dylan insider told me a rather lovely story. On a tour of Australia, Dylan lighted upon one of the girls helping out backstage. ‘Did you enjoy the show?’ he inquired. ‘Nah, I didn’t!’ came the fierce Australian response. A shocked Dylan asked why, and she told him. ‘Because you don’t talk to the audience. You don’t say hello. You don’t say goodnight.’ ‘I’m not Frank Sinatra,’ Dylan drawled. ‘Well you should be,’ she exclaimed, and walked off. The next night Dylan did speak. Introducing a surprise encore, he said: ‘This one’s for Marie’, and went straight into ‘My Way’, tapes of which can now fetch a tidy sum.
I thought of this last Sunday night at the Roundhouse in London, where Dylan was performing a special, intimate gig for members of what used to be called the fan club (strange how there is not really a new phrase to replace that rather old-fashioned sounding one). There was much to admire, worship even, not least in the fact that virtually every song was a different choice than he made the night before at the 02 Centre. Not many musicians can boast that.”
